Four Zen monks were meditating in a monastery. All of a sudden the prayer flag on the roof started flapping.
The younger monk came out of his meditation and said: "Flag is flapping"
A more experienced monk said: "Wind is flapping"
A third monk who had been there for more than 20 years said: "Mind is flapping."
The fourth monk who was the eldest said, visibly annoyed: "Mouths are flapping!"

Friday, March 10, 2006

HILL TRIBE, PART I

A centipede’s wooden legssupport the bamboo house.Inside, Indian stylesit the opium smokers.

The medicine man gathered his herbswhile his son shot an emerald serpentstraight from the treewith a muzzle loading rifle.

Now is the time to dream.

A rusty oil lamp weaves soft yellow lightin patterns of dark and light.Crickets provide the rhythm for the passing of the pipeand the river spirit softlygrumbles his approval.